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Kindling Romanticism


The stage is set for a drama so tense,

But the players aren’t willing to revel in the suspense.

There’s many a tide that makes hardly any sense,

Taken at many a flood viewed through a deeper lens.

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The placid waters have taken a notorious turn,

As we drink in the drops in our attempt to learn,

What lies beyond the ocean we tend to discern,

Is an eternal drama uncovering plenty of urn.

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The fun of it all is in the judgments of art we take,

To confuse plotted journeys for reality’s sake,

There ain’t a mask we’re ready to make,

Dripping with abundant  emotion to make a deserted lake.

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When Naturalism plots a plot-less  path of laze,

Romanticism entwines it to form a startling maze,

Burdening our mind in a scurrying trauma of craze,

And blowing the cobwebs in a frenzy to amaze.

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The choices we make have a massive stake,

As our lives leap in flight in the closing wake,

And dance to the romance of a terrifying make,

As Romanticism cuts the cake we’ve set to bake.

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Destiny’s shape has taken on a darker twist,

As it’s now covered in glory in a heavy mist.

‘Twas not hitherto defined in my weirdest list,

But my life is now dotted with bountiful tryst.

Published in ‘The Copperfield Review’:Kindling Romanticism